Page 66 of Break for Me

“Yeah?”

“Did I kill him?” He asked.

“You don’t remember?”

“No.”

This guy was fucking terrifying.

“You hit him. I don’t know if you killed him,” I said.

He sighed. “At least that’ll buy us a little time, either way.”

I watched him put everything back into the bag in the backseat of the car and waited for him to turn back to me again.

“Jersey —.”

But I couldn’t fucking figure out what to say.

Could you do that thing you do where you fuck me like a savage until I can see noises and hear colors? Maybe before you drop me off at death’s door? That’d be cool of you.

Jesus. What was wrong with me?

“What is it?” He asked.

“It’s kind of an ugly car anyway,” I said quickly. His whole body snapped ramrod straight.

“What?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I’m just more of a Chevy girl. Every body style of Camaro looks better than this car.”

“Are we about to have a problem here?”

“It’s a shame Bryce didn’t hit the gas tank. Maybe it could’ve exploded like they do in movies. That way you could just start from scratch and get something better,” I said.

He was breathing like a lunatic again, like he was doing when I’d tried to pull him back away from Bryce in the garage. I tried so fucking hard to just hold a straight face, but I had to chew on my lip to keep myself from smiling. His shoulders relaxed when he noticed it, too. He forced all the air out of his body in one giant sigh before he smirked and shook his head. He walked right at me until his whole body was against mine and he reached around me to grab a handful of my hair from the back of my head. He pulled it until I was looking up at him.

“You know, if you want me to fuck you again, you could just ask nicely. Saying shit like that about Seph is a good way to get yourself hurt,” he said. Every fucking word was like being teased while he kept his mouth just far enough away to keep from actually touching mine.

“Maybe I like the way you hurt me,” I said. “Persephone is a bitch. And I hate you.”

I think I actually watched his pupils dilate at my words.

“Do you? I can’t help but wonder why I can’t hate you the way that I want?” He asked. “I think maybe it’s because fighting with you is like screaming into a fucking mirror.”

He didn’t give me a chance to digest those words before his mouth crashed into mine. He backed me into the car while our tongues battled it out. It took him no time at all to get my jeans undone and to start pulling them down right there in the middle of the fucking road. Once he had them down to my knees he spun me around and pushed me against the car another time. I gasped at the instant stinging on my ass from the quick smack of his hand. All of him was against me the next second when that hand wrapped around my throat to crane my neck back until I was looking at him.

“I don’t want to hear another negative word about Seph from this pretty, little mouth again. Understand?”

He stepped back to smack my ass again.

“I asked if you understood,” he said when he pushed his very solid dick against my ass.

“Yes,” I forced out, despite not being able to breathe through his hold on my neck.

“I knew you had it in you to be a good girl.”

He spun me around again and put his hands under my arms to lift me right off the ground. He sat me on the edge of the trunk, over the back tire, and ripped my jeans and underwear the rest of the way off. He leaned in to kiss me again.

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